Who are you?
Jesus.
You Okay?
Don't I look okay?
If you were any thinner, you wouldn't exist.
No.
Trevor.
You still got half an hour.
I could fix you some eggs.
I'm tired, but thanks.
Let's go, monkeys. Watch your work, not your ass.
Come on, guys, keep it moving.
Yes, sir, yes, sir, Master Tucker, motherfucker.
Hey, why is that machine down?
Maintenance.
It takes seven minutes to power up that mill.
Where am I going to make up that seven minutes, Miller?
Your paycheck?
Back off, Tucker, you know it's against regulations.
What regulations?
Lockout devices must be in place during cleaning and maintenance
of all heavy machinery, OSHA, 1989.
Yeah? Write your congressman. And hurry that up.
Congratulations, Reznik.
You just made my shit list.
She's copping his joint, right,
and he's telling her, you know, "baby" this, "baby" that.
Chatting her up like motherfucking Barry White.
Talking about what he going to do to her,
and how he going to make the coochie feel and all that.
- That's right. - So dig, she stops.
She looks up at him with these big old puppy-dog eyes, and she's like,
"That sound good, papi, but me no have no coochie."
So my man's like, "Say, what?"
He looks down and he realizes the she is a he.
Man, that's bullshit.
You mean to tell me that the whore is wearing nothing but a thong
and this fool can't tell no difference?
Hey, man. He had one of them tuck jobs.
Come on, Jonesy, you know how they do that.
- You might, I don't. - Yeah, whatever.
Yo, Reznik, you up for some cards tonight?
Can't, got plans.
Shit. See, this nigga say the same thing every poker night.
Man, what's up with you? You used to be all right.
Well, he used to hang, but he ain't never been all right.
You may not realize it, Jackson,
but some men prefer the company of women.
Who? Howdy Doody? He don't get no booty.
Maybe he got a date with one of them tuck jobs.
No, your mother says she couldn't make it.
Reznik talking smack.
- His mother can't make it. - I can't even respond to that.
You Okay?
Don't I look okay?
If you were any thinner, you wouldn't exist.
What's wrong?
I don't know. Déjà vu.
You're tired, you need to sleep.
- How do you do it? - What?
Sleep so little and still look so good.
- Are you flirting with me? - Commiserating.
- Trying to fatten me up? - What if I am?
- Suppose I wanted blueberry. - You had that last night.
You don't fool me, Trevor Reznik. I have you figured out.
You do, huh?
What else do you know about me?
That you're lonely.
When you work graveyard as long as I have,
you get to know the type.
Hey, everyone gets lonely, Trevor.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
How can I be lonely when I have you to keep me company?
Check, please.
...low-pressure system that continues to build 400 miles off the Pacific Coast...
Trevor Reznik.
Furman's office. Now.
How are you doing, Reznik?
What's this about?
Frankly, I'm concerned about you.
To be honest, I think you look like toasted shit.
I've had a lot on my mind lately.
Anything we can help with?
No, thanks. It's nothing I can't handle.
- Want to see the doctor? - It's not necessary, I'm fine. Really.
Are you doing drugs, Reznik?
- Where's the shop steward? - He couldn't make it.
I shouldn't even be in here without a union rep.
- See what I mean? - Look, Trevor,
I understand how you feel.
Believe me, but there's absolutely nothing to worry about.
- Then I'll just get back to work. - Trevor, not yet.
I need to ask you for a UA.
Looks like rain.
Radio says there's a storm on the way.
Guess they're right.
I'd say it's already here.
You on the first shift?
- Yeah. - Me, too.
That's funny. I never seen you before.
I've been here.
I work in the pit. I just picked up Reynolds's shift.
Where's Reynolds?
Feds picked him up. Old warrant.
I'm Ivan.
Trevor.
Well, I guess I better be getting back.
I hear that Tucker guy can be a real prick.
You got that right.
I'll see you around.
What's wrong?
I just want to lie here.
We can do that.
I'm so tired.
You could fall asleep if you want, off the meter.
That's the problem. I can't sleep.
Nothing helps.
Don't worry about it, honey.
Everyone gets insomnia now and then.
Stevie,
I haven't slept in a year.
Jesus Christ.
I tried him, too.
Sorry.
Hello?
Yeah. No, I can't... I can't talk now. Okay.
My ex. He's a fucking psycho.
Trevor, I'm worried about you.
Don't worry, no one ever died of insomnia.
I hope not, you're my best client.
Can't afford to lose you.
Gee, thanks.
Reznik!
I need a hand.
Gotta get this bed level. Help me out.
- Safety on? - Yeah.
- How's that? - No. Still off.
That any better?
Hey, do your sleeping on your own time. I need some help here.
Better, but it's not level. Try the other side.
I hate this bitch.
Hey. What'd you do?
I'm hooked up here. Kill it, will you?
- Come on, kill it. - It's not working.
God damn it, Reznik. Shit.
- Kill it. - It's not working.
God. Jesus.
- Hit the breaker. - What?
Use the foot breaker.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey, we need some help over here!
- We need some help. - What happened?
Call an ambulance.
- Holy shit. - Come on, man, come on.
What happened here?
For Christ's sake, Tucker, call an ambulance.
- Don't worry, man... - What happened here?
I was helping him level the bed. I thought the safety was on.
You thought?
Somebody kill that fucking machine.
Jesus Christ, Tommy, stick with us, man.
Shit.
Hello, Mrs. Shrike, I've come with the rent.
And so early. Oh, Mr. Reznik,
I only wish all my tenants were as considerate as you.
I'll give you a receipt in the morning.
Good night, Mr. Reznik.
Mrs. Shrike, forgive me, but...
Have you noticed anyone hanging around my apartment?
- Has there been a burglary? - No, no, no, nothing like that.
I was just wondering if, you know,
you've noticed anything unusual lately?
Unusual?
Never mind, Mrs. Shrike.
I'm sorry to disturb you so late. Good night.
What we know is this.
One, Miller was operating the mill in long sleeves.
Two, Miller's arm was in the cutting zone of the mill while it was off.
Three, the mill suddenly activates,
catching Miller's sleeve, resulting in this.
What's the fucking point?
These accidents are never pretty, Mr. Reznik.
Our job is to investigate these events from every possible angle,
so that we might prevent their recurrence.
So we'd appreciate it if you'd be a bit more cooperative.
I knocked into the fucking activator by mistake.
What caused the mistake, Mr. Reznik?
I was distracted.
By what? What distracted you?
It was Ivan. I was watching Ivan in the pit.
The whole thing was my fault. Okay?
Who did you say?
The new arc welder, I don't know his last name.
- What new arc welder? - Ivan, the guy from the swing shift.
Reynolds was picked up on a warrant. This guy took his place.
What the fuck are you talking about, Reznik?
Reynolds is right over there in the pit as usual, busting his ass.
There is no Ivan at National Machine, Reznik.
- What is this? - Mr. Reznik,
have you recently suffered any head injuries?
Ever hear of pumpkin pie?
No.
- Trevor. - Yeah.
- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.
Why do you go out of your way to come here every night?
Is it out of the way?
An airport? For coffee and pie?
Suppose I went to Denny's.
Suddenly, I get an overwhelming urge to skip town.
Could I do that at just any diner?
Is someone chasing you?
Not yet. But they will when they find out who I am.
Oh, really? Who are you?
You keep a secret?
To the grave.
I'm Elvis Presley.
I ran away from home to pursue my blue-collar aspirations.
I thought you looked familiar.
Got plans for Mother's Day?
I'm taking my little boy to the amusement park.
Supposed to be my day, yet he gets all the fun.
That's okay. When he's older, I'll let him make it up to me.
A little guilt goes a long way.
- How about you? - Cemetery.
- I'm sorry. - Thanks.
I lost mine, too. Still hurts.
I'm not too good at losing family.
Who is?
What's weird is it didn't hit me until I picked out her burial dress.
I pictured her buying it, not knowing it would,
you know, be the one.
Seems unfair, doesn't it?
Not knowing things like that.
Hey, how about spending the day with me and Nicholas after the cemetery?
Sounds dreamy.
Hey, Reynolds, what did the Feds want you for?
- Armed robbery. - Yeah, that's right,
'cause me and Jackson had you pegged as a pedophile.
- Ain't that right, Jackson? - Shit, probably guilty of that, too.
Hey, I don't see what's so fucking funny.
Y'all clowning this motherfucker like it's some big joke. Well, it ain't.
Personally, I don't feel too comfortable working with you.
You make me nervous.
You look like shit, acting all crazy. What's up with you?
Nothing's up with me.
It was an accident, and I'm the one that's gotta live with it, not you.
You ain't hearing me, man.
Nobody wants you here. Nobody.
See you tomorrow.
Hey.
Howdy, partner.
You gotta go back to the shop. Tucker needs to see you.
- What about? - I don't know, but it seemed important.
Well, it's gonna have to wait. It's Miller time.
We need to talk.
Follow me.
Come on. Come on.
Another bourbon.
Make it a double.
You shooting coke or something?
You look like a dope fiend to me. No offense.
I don't use drugs. Normally I don't even drink.
How about abnormally?
I see Reynolds is back to work.
Guess he made bail.
I'll tell you one thing, whatever he did, he sure ain't copping to it.
Would you? Never trust a con, cowboy.
They ain't get through life being honest.
Where they hiding you these days?
Around.
Hey, you want to see something?
Look at that.
Lost them on a lathe.
Yeah, they took the big toe from the left foot
and a pinkie from my right. That's why I walk with a gimp.
Yeah, I can't shuffle cards like I used to, but the ladies sure like it.
Oh, no. You look like you've seen a ghost.
Funny you should say that.
The guys at work don't think you exist.
That's why I can't get a raise.
According to Tucker, you ain't even on the payroll.
You believe that?
Why would they lie?
They're just having a little bit of fun with you.
I'm not laughing.
Quit fucking around. A guy lost his arm, he could have died.
That ain't my problem.
You caused the accident,
not me.
Hey, where you going?
Take a leak. You want to watch?
I'll be right back. Don't disappear on me now.
Son of a bitch.
- Hello? - Hey, Reynolds, it's Trevor.
What time is it?
How're they biting, Reynolds?
- You're drunk, Reznik. - The game's over.
I got proof on you.
I'm gonna use it.
You better watch your fucking ass, buddy, before you lose it.
- Trevor? - I need to see you, Stevie.
Well, Jesus, Trevor, I'm not exactly alone right now.
Please, Stevie.
- I think I'm falling apart. - Can you come back in an hour?
No, no, no, no, no, I need to see you now.
In case something happens, I need someone to know.
Okay, give me a minute.
I appreciate you making time for me. You're the only one I can talk to.
My pleasure.
Most guys don't come here for my conversation.
Something's happening to me, Stevie.
Some kind of plot.
There was an accident at the shop. A man was nearly killed, thanks to me.
Oh, my God.
Now the guys at work are against me.
They want me out, and I don't blame them.
Just the way they're going about it.
Their eyes, their little games...
What?
E-R. E-R.
- T-U-C-K-E-R. - Trevor?
Tucker?
Maybe you're taking this accident thing a bit too hard.
I mean...
If they wanted you out, they could just fire you.
I'm not worried about being fired.
Then what are you worried about?
I don't know yet.
There you go, made to order.
- Thanks. - Surprise!
Gotcha. That one's going on the fridge.
Here, let me get one of you and Nicholas.
By the carousel.
Just a minute.
Okay, ready.
Smile.
It helps to push the button.
Trevor? What is it?
- This place brings back memories. - Good memories, I hope.
Yeah, I haven't been here since I was a kid.
My ex. Probably calling to wish me a happy Mother's Day.
Could you...
Yeah, no sweat. I'll take Nicholas for a ride.
Thanks.
Hi.
How long have you known my mother?
About a year.
How'd you meet her?
Well, we just kind of met.
- Are you going to see her again? - Well, I hope so.
- Would you like that? - I guess so.
Hey, you want to know a secret?
What?
My father left us when I was your age. You want to know something else?
It made me realize what a wonderful mother I had.
You'll realize that, too, some day.
What's that?
Well, that's a ride.
"Route 666." What's that mean?
Well, a route is a road you take when you're on a long journey.
Can we go on it?
Well, Nicholas, maybe we should wait for your mother.
What for?
You're going straight to hell on Route 666.
Ride it if you dare.
You're going straight to hell on Route 666.
Look like someone had a bad crack-up.
Fill her up, cowboy.
Won't be eating there anytime soon, eh, Nicholas?
Look at that.
Maybe you should close your eyes, Nicholas.
Okay.
Jesus.
- Boy, this is one heck of a ride. - Yeah.
"Shady Lady."
Oh, my God.
Stop.
Jesus.
Take a right, Nicholas. Take a right. A right.
Nicholas, Nicholas.
Hey, Nicholas.
I need some help here!
Okay. Somebody get a doctor.
- Hang on, Nicholas, I'm going for help. - Nicholas.
I swear to God, I don't know what happened.
He's epileptic. I should have told you.
- I'll call an ambulance. - No, it'll pass.
It's okay, baby.
Ride it if you dare.
This hasn't happened for a while. I didn't think to mention it.
I could kill myself for taking him on that ride.
It's okay, it's not your fault.
He won't even remember it. It'll be as if nothing ever happened.
Want to come in?
I think you could use a drink.
I hope wine's okay with you.
That'll work.
What good is a home if you can't relax in it?
I'll have to remember that.
Trevor? Can I ask you something?
Should my lawyer be present?
Why are you always leaving me such generous tips?
- Do I? - Twenty dollars for coffee and pie?
And entertainment.
- "Entertainment"? - You.
Trevor, you don't have to buy my companionship.
Sorry, I... it wasn't meant that way.
If you really want to spoil me, take me to the movies sometime.
That's a deal.
My goodness, there must be a hole in this glass.
I'll get it.
- You wait on me enough. - Thanks.
It's the last door on the left.
Reznik.
I want you on the Swansea lathe today.
Where's Sanchez?
That's an irrelevant question, Reznik. I'm asking you.
Shit.
If there's anything else we can do for you, let us know.
- Thank you, Mr. Furman. - Good luck.
I'll see him out.
Hey, look who it is. My man Miller. You okay?
- Yeah. You be easy now. - Good, good.
Yeah, man, take it easy.
My God, Miller, where do I begin?
Nah, don't sweat it, kid. There's nothing to say.
I wish there was some way I could repay you.
Well, for starters, you could give me your left arm.
In fact, that's why I came by here today. Isn't it, Tucker?
Fair's fair.
We're just razzing you, kid.
You keep your left arm, I'll keep my settlement.
Hell. I've heard there's guys that'll give an arm and a leg to get a deal like this.
So I guess you can call me lucky.
Well, Miller, if there's anything I can do...
Nah, forget it. No hard feelings, huh?
I'll see you around, pal.
Hey! Hey!
Somebody help me! Somebody!
Reznik? I got you, I got you. Be cool, be cool, be cool, all right?
Who did it? Huh? One of you threw the fucking breaker.
Or was it all of you?
- Cool your heels, man. - Was it you, Jones?
Was it you? Was it you? Huh, was it you?
Nobody did shit, you asshole, you're imagining things again.
Oh, yeah? You've been fishing with Ivan lately, Reynolds?
How's that... How's that tuna biting?
Let me see you talk your way out of this one.
Where is it?
Christ, what the fuck now, Reznik?
Get him off me.
You're through, you fuck.
Pick up your shit and get the fuck out of here.
You're fired.
- Motherfucker's crazy. - You lost it, man.
Shit.
God damn it. Where is it?
Asshole. What the fuck did you do with it?
Idiot.
Hey. Fuck you. Get out.
Hi.
What?
It's an occupational hazard.
So, Trevor,
are you gonna rescue me from this miserable life or what?
I mean,
I could give it up for the right guy.
Well, that came out wrong.
What I mean is... I would, you know.
Stop hooking, if you wanted me to.
I mean, there are lots of lesser-paying gigs out there, right?
I think I'd like that.
Mr. Reznik.
I'm sorry, I thought you were somebody else.
You gave me such a scare.
What are you doing in my apartment?
There's a leak in my ceiling. It's coming from your apartment.
- That's impossible. - I was gonna leave a note.
- A note? What kind of note? - About the leak.
What's that terrible smell?
There's no leak in this apartment. Now, if you'll excuse me...
- You're sure you're all right, Mr. Reznik? - Yeah, I'm sure.
If you need anything, please call first.
Miller.
Hey, Reznik.
It's a pleasant surprise.
We need to talk.
Take a look at this, huh?
Picked it up at Grossman's, top of the line.
Hey, that's enough trimming for one day, dear.
I need to be doing something.
Can't be watching soap operas all day.
Yeah, well, that hedge will be here tomorrow.
You won't, unless you listen to the doctor.
Margie, this is Reznik, the man who cost me my arm.
How do you do, Mrs. Miller?
I've been better, Mr. Reznik.
Is there some place we can talk?
Check it out.
Ain't she a beauty?
Eight cylinders. Magnasteer speed-sensitive steering.
ABS breaking with road-texture detection.
Prevents lockup, helps you maintain control in emergencies.
'Course, it's an automatic.
Hell, I wanted a stick, but I figured my shifting abilities wouldn't be so hot.
You know I'm not at National anymore, right?
I heard about it.
It sounds like you almost lost one yourself, huh?
- Don't you find that a bit ironic, Miller? - Ironic?
I'm sorry, kid, I never got out of the sixth grade.
I'll break it down for you, Miller.
Moments after you left the shop, someone powered up my machine.
With my arm in it. I nearly got killed.
- Accidents happen. - It wasn't an accident.
Accidents happen out of negligence. This happened out of spite.
- That's some vocabulary you got, kid. - Spite.
I'll will. Vengeance. Vengeance means revenge, Miller.
I am sure you know what revenge means, don't you?
I'm on to you, Miller.
Despite your stupid jokes, you secretly blame me for the accident.
New car or not, you despise me for it.
How did you get into my place? Duplicate keys? Credit card? What?
Fuck you, Miller. This shit's gonna stop.
Get off my property, punk.
Bastards.
Shit.
Come on.
7-4-3-C-R-N
743-CRN. 743-CRN.
What?
Shit.
Fuck.
I'm sorry, sir, but we don't provide motorist information
to the general public.
I'm not just a member of the general public.
This guy's a friend of mine.
But you don't know your friend's address?
We just met, I don't know him that well.
Sir, this is the DMV, not a dating service.
Look, I just want to talk to him.
I'm sorry, sir. I can't help you unless a crime has been committed.
Has a crime been committed?
Please, I wouldn't ask if it weren't extremely important.
Sorry, sir. No crime, no information.
What if I told you I was hit by this car?
I don't see any bruises.
If you did, would you give me an address?
No, but the police might.
What is it, sweetie? You tired, huh?
You want to go take a nap? We're almost home.
Oh, my God.
I want to report a hit-and-run.
Bring it back when you're finished. You can fill it out over there.
Mr. Reznik.
You sure about these plate numbers?
743-CRN. That's the one.
- Have you ever had a car stolen? - No, why?
'Cause the car that allegedly hit you was your own.
1969 red Pontiac Firebird.
Registered in your name.
Nearly a year ago, you reported it as being totaled in a wreck.
Do you realize it's a felony to file a bogus police report?
Hey, wait a minute. I think you have some explaining to do.
Hey. Hey-
Hey, come back here.
Hey.
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Jesus, Reznik. We just want to talk to you.
Hey, come back. Reznik, Reznik.
Reznik!
Trevor?
Oh, my God.
Trevor, what happened?
Trevor, it's okay.
Say something, please.
How did it happen?
I was crossing the street. Lights changed on me.
Did he stop?
No, he just kept going.
Fucking hit-and-run drivers, man. They ought to be hanged.
It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention.
Trevor, I got to get you to a hospital. You may have some internal injuries.
- They're just bruises. - Okay, you see this?
This is a bruise. This is a train wreck. All right?
What is it with you and doctors? Don't you trust anyone?
I trust you.
Now I know you're crazy.
Can I stay here tonight?
Baby, you can stay here every night.
You know that.
What?
What, babe? What's going on in that crazy head of yours?
I really want this to work, Stevie.
But...
You know so little about me.
What if I turn into a werewolf or something?
I'll buy you a flea collar.
Hello.
- Stevie? - Yeah?
Thanks.
I've set out some clean clothes for you. Your stuff's not dry yet.
Do you always keep men's clothes lying around?
Some of my regulars, they like to keep a clean change of clothes here.
I'll probably just throw them out now, though, right?
Hey, a perfect fit.
Yeah. Well, Trevor, I don't have a size 26 waist here.
Hey, how about that idea?
I could get a job selling menswear.
Those chicks get paid vacations, too. I could settle for that.
It's not a bad life.
It could be worse. You know what else I want to do?
I want to clean up this place and just get rid of all that fucking junk.
Probably looks like I'm a terrible housekeeper,
which I sometimes am,
but I can be also very, very, you know, organized and neat.
And I want... I could do more of that.
I would love to paint the place.
Just make it nice, just be organized and neat and paint it white.
You know what else I'd like, is a decent stove.
This one's utter crap.
It's like, the back burner doesn't work at all...
I'd just like to have a Viking.
You know those ones, they're, like, industrial?
It'd just be nice to have, like, a white, beautiful place and a decent stove.
It's not a lot to ask.
Well, don't look so surprised. Even a call girl can scramble an egg.
You know, it's funny, I don't think I've ever cooked for a guy before.
I mean, not even my husband.
Jesus Christ.
Where is he?
- Who? - You know who.
- Trevor... - Doni
Jesus, Trevor. What's wrong?
This. Ivan.
He's your ex, isn't he?
- What? - Why's he doing this?
It's because I'm fucking you, isn't it?
Now it all makes sense. I'm fucking you, so he's fucking me. Where is he?
Hiding in the closet? Beneath the bed?
I don't know what you're talking about, baby...
Don't "baby" me. "Yeah, baby.
"Fllchange my whole fucking life for you.
"I'll do anything you want, baby."
You know what? I don't deserve this.
- What did you do? - Hey.
Slip this from my wallet while proposing to me?
Fuck you. You left it in my tip jar the other night.
- Bullshit. - I thought you wanted me to have it. I...
Cut the crap, Stevie.
What is the big deal about a goddamn picture?
They say the guy in this photo doesn't exist.
- This says he does. - Trevor, Trevor,
I don't understand what the fuck you're talking about.
I'm talking about your ex. Ivan.
Who?
This guy standing next to you with the fish?
I'm not in that photo.
Trevor, I'm looking at a picture of you
standing next to some fat guy with glasses holding a fish.
That's not me.
Trevor.
It's you. Look.
You lying whore.
You get the fuck out, you fucking freak.
You bet I fucking will, you fucking whore.
You fucking freak.
Now I know why you're afraid of doctors. 'Cause you're a fucking psycho.
My ex, he's a fucking psycho.
- Hello. - Hey, baby.
Fucking psycho.
He's a fucking psycho.
Fucking psycho.
Where's Maria?
- Who? - You know who.
Maria. My waitress.
My, you're chatty tonight.
Darling, I'm your waitress.
What's going on here? I've never seen you before.
What are you talking about?
You come in here every night sitting on that same stool
staring at your coffee.
To be honest, I was starting to think you were a mute.
I want to see Maria.
Mister, there's no Maria that works here.
Is everybody in on it?
Let's have a laugh on Trevor, is that it?
Whatever Ivan's paying you, he's wasting his money.
Go home, mister. Get some sleep.
Don't forget your Post-Its.
Christ, Stevie.
How could you?
Nicholas?
You ought to pay your utility bills, partner.
You know how difficult it is shaving in the dark?
What have you done with Nicholas?
What have I done with Nicholas?
Nicholas?
He can't hear you now, pal.
Come off it. You know he's dead.
You ought to do something about that faulty memory of yours, pal.
It might make your life a little bit easier.
By the way,
I'm just loving them little notes you leave yourself.
That one on the refrigerator just kills me.
Where's your hospitality, partner?
God.
Make sure that no one walks in, they might get the wrong idea.
Who are you?
Well, looks like you got some explaining to do, partner.
I know who you are.
You going somewhere, Mr. Reznik?
Yeah, Mrs. Shrike. I'm moving.
I didn't receive notice.
Your lease requires you to give 30 days' notice in writing.
It wasn't planned. Something came up.
You can keep my security deposit. I won't be needing it anyway.
Really, Mr. Reznik. You used to be such a good tenant.
I just don't understand it.
Isn't that pretty?
Would you care to sell it?
No.
It was my mother's.
I've made arrangements to donate all my things.
A truck will be coming by this afternoon.
Well, if you're just going to give it away...
If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Shrike, I'm in a bit of a hurry.
I'd like to report a hit-and-run.
We're still gonna need to record your statement.
Later.
Right now, I want to sleep.
I just want to sleep.